[He wants to be indignant about that reprimand, but he can't assert his irrational feelings on it as truth. The way Wash had phrased it, as anyone expressing discomfort, negates D'Artagnan's argument, for he only lets that apply to himself, and conversely he'll try to assuage someone else's discomfort and not think less of them, but for him, personally, it is a fault. Previous discussions where he'd been asked such questions, needed to reflect on how he reacts to something, how he feels about certain things, it had been disastrous. Part of him wants to quit already, to turn back and forget he'd ever asked this man for help, but those are the thoughts of someone weak and fragile, and he shoves them down into the depths.]
I'll be there tonight.
[D'Artagnan needs to take the opportunity as quickly as it's given, plowing ahead immediately always the best course of action. He does arrive as agreed upon, with little preparation made but to bring a notebook, a small thing tucked away in his jacket pocket. Since he'd last seen Wash, he's taken to wearing modern clothes more frequently and somewhat embracing the ostensible time period the city appears to exist in. Black jeans and shorter boots, a dark navy buttondown, and an olive canvas jacket with a hood he leaves down. He's cut his hair much shorter, and it looks as though he may have shaved yesterday instead of last week. Entering the arcade, D'Artagnan doesn't bother with an assessment of the room, he's here for a purpose, and he only looks for the man he'd come to see, pulling off his gloves and heading for somewhere in the back, the layout not completely unfamiliar, but he'd not been in here for over a year.]
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I'll be there tonight.
[D'Artagnan needs to take the opportunity as quickly as it's given, plowing ahead immediately always the best course of action. He does arrive as agreed upon, with little preparation made but to bring a notebook, a small thing tucked away in his jacket pocket. Since he'd last seen Wash, he's taken to wearing modern clothes more frequently and somewhat embracing the ostensible time period the city appears to exist in. Black jeans and shorter boots, a dark navy buttondown, and an olive canvas jacket with a hood he leaves down. He's cut his hair much shorter, and it looks as though he may have shaved yesterday instead of last week. Entering the arcade, D'Artagnan doesn't bother with an assessment of the room, he's here for a purpose, and he only looks for the man he'd come to see, pulling off his gloves and heading for somewhere in the back, the layout not completely unfamiliar, but he'd not been in here for over a year.]